Another Day, Another Scar

Crimson red slithering down my wrist,

I should have thought this over.

How am I gonna explain it to them this time.

I can't blame it on the cat again.

Or tell them that I fell.

I could alway's just tell them... nah.

I don't feel like acting like I'm not insane.

Or that I give a damn in that matter.

I'll just have to try my best not to let anyone find out.

I should've waited for the other scars to fade.

But the metal wanted a taste.

It played peek-a-boo with my thouhts.

I gave into temptation,

Just like I always do.

Oh well, I'll think about the consiquences

when and if I get caught.

Until then, fuck it, it's just another scar.